Chakell

“I was there,” I exclaimed. “I could see myself, and the fire, the cool from the window, the table was piled with books, and I was writing something. And it was life, my life, and…and there were footsteps on the stairs.” “Whose?” “I don’t know. But he sounded like the other half of home.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5

“We must be our own before we can be another’s.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“Two paths leading to a love. Both true. A different shape of happiness to be found with each. Which path you take? Depends on many things. What you choose. What they choose. A thousand other decisions, or possibly very few. One you would love deeply. One you would love completely. One sharp as a knife. One a game of mirrors.One more difficult. One less free. Both inheritors to the line that refused to die when your first heart was buried.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 8

“And I think that was the moment I began to suspect that the luck Hawkes spoke of might really only be an awareness, an awareness of grace.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5